Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1887-10-29

win kill him he man, but what goo
man agains ghost OF dead L''
womanG the knife into her she We
only max I'D fire would come out
the hole It go without you, mis-;
"You mu,5 =, D." she said, fercely; y
shall got" i.
'No, missile, / will not go alone," he a,
swered.
Jess looked at him and saw that he meaa
what be said. He was getting sulky, and ti
worst dispositioned donkey in the world is r.,
far easier to deal with than a sulky Hottie
tot. She must either give up the project q
go with the man. Well, she was equal
guilty one way or the other, and was reali
almost cailous about being detected, so slr
might as well CO. She had no power left t.
make fresh plans Her mimi seemed to b.
exhausted. Only she must keep out of th,
way at the last. She could not bear to bc
near then.
@Well," she said, II will 60 with you,
Jantje."
"Good, missile, that is all right now. Yor
can keep off the ghost of the dead English
woman while XIII Baas Frank. But first h,.
must be fast asleep. Fast, fast asleep"
Then slowly and with the uttermost caution
they once more crept down the hill. This
rection Of the wagon house, and no sound tn
be heard except the regular tramp of the
sentries. But their bu, aess did not lie in the
direction of the WACO. use; they left that
on their right and curved round toward the
blue gum avenue. When they got nearly ol,-
posite to the first tree they halted in a patch
Of stones, and Jantje went forward to recon-
noitre. Presently he returned with the intel
ligence that all the Beers who were with the
wagon had gone to sleep, but that Muller was
still sitting. in his tent thinking. Then they
crept on, perfectly sure that il they were not
heard they would not be seen, curtained as
they were by the dense mist and darkness.
till AZ length they reached the bole of the
first big gum tree. Five PAGES from this tree
Frank Muller's tent was pitched. 1t had
light in it which caused the wet tent to
glow in the mist, as though it had
been rubbed with phosphorus. and
on this lurid canvas the shadow Of
Frank Muller was ggantically lmned. He
was SO placed that the light cast a magnified
reflection of his every feature and even Of bis
expression upon the screen before them The
attitude in which he was seated was his favor
ite one when he was plunged in thought, his
hands resting ON his knees and his gaze fixed
ON vacancy He was thinking of his triumph,
md Sf s that Re haa gone ..t shr9nGa to yin
the trump cards now, and the game was in
his own hand. He had triumphed, and yet
over him hung the shadow OF that curse thai
dogs the presence of our accompls ed desires.
Too often, even with the innocent, does the
seed Of our destruction lurk in the r1ch blos-
som Of our hopes, and much more Is this 90
with the guilty Somehow this thought was
present in his mind tonight and in a rough,
half educated way he grasped its truth. Once
more the saying Of the old Boer general rose
in his mind: 81 believe that there is God
/ believe that God sets a limit to mans
doings. If he is going too far, Ged kills
him" Sea
What dreadful thing it would be II the
old fool were right after ALL Supposing that
there were God, and God were to kill him
tonight, and hurry off his soul. If he had one.
to some dim place of unending fearl AL his
superstitions awoke at the thought, and he
shivered so violently that the shadow Of the
shiver caused the outlines Of the gigantic
form upon the canvas to tremble up and
down. '-s '..-.r. .r ~ --rrs ,a7q
Then, rising with an angry curse, he hastily
threw of his outer clothing, and having
turned down but not extinguished the rough
parafiine lamp, flung himself upon the little
camp bedstead, which creaked and groaned
beneath his weight like thing in pain.
Then came silence, only broken by the drip.
drip of the rain from the gum leaves over
head and the rattling of the boughs whenever
breath OF air stirred them. Il was an eerie
and depressing night, night that might well
have tried the nerves Of any strong man who,
wet through and worn out, had bean Obliged
to crouch upon the open and endure It How
much more awful was it then to the unfortu
nate woman who, half broken hearted, fevel
stricken and well nigh crszed with suffering
Of mind and body, waited In IL to sec murdel
donei Slowly the minutes passed, and a'
every Faindrop or rustic Of bough hel
guilty conscience summoned up a host ol
| fears. But by the mere power Of her win sht
kept them down. She wSlld 60 through with
it Yes, she would go through with II. Surely
he must be asleep by newi ... ..a,r '. s.....-r
They crept up 10 the tent and placed theiI
ears within two inches Of his head. Yes, hs
was asleep; the sound Of his breathing rosl
and fell with the regularity OF an infant'&
jess turned round and touched her com
panion upon the shoulder. He did not move
| but she felt that his arm was shaking. IA
Snow, /" she whispered. s
Still he hung back It was evident 10 he
that the icug waiting had dtassn the courag
out Of him ,..., ;
aBea man, y she whispered again, % lov
that the sound scarcely reached his ears. a
though her lips were almost teuching thsn
1go. and mind you strike homsr. a..
Then at last she heard him softly draw th
great knife from the sheath, and in snothe
second he bad glided from her side Pre-.
entity she saw the line of light that cut ou
upon the darkness through the opening of th
tent broaden q little, and by that she kne,
that he was creeping in upon his dreadfr
errand Then she turned her head and pu
her fingers In her ears But even soshe coul
see long line Of shadow travelling across th
skirt of the tent So she shut her eyes ais
and waited, sick at heart, for she did nc
dare move 4" -s-- rtts@A
Presently-it might have been five minuts
or only half o minute sfterward, for she ha
lost count Of time, she felt somebody touc
her on the arm. 1t was Jantje.
ais it donei" she whispered again. t,t
He shook his head and drew her away frol
the tent In going her foot caught in one I